Tuesday, May 24, 2016

When I was a youth worker, I was often confronted by older people with complaints about my young people.

I always disagreed. Young people are awesome. They have dreams. They believe they can change the world. They often do.

Older people however, have always freaked me out. They seem too smooth. Smooth is never good. Unless you are a life insurance salesman... which is also not good. So never!

I finally have proof of my ever present suspicion towards the elderly.
I was invited to do a talk at a local walking club about Beekeeping in South Africa. They were a lovely bunch of people. The average age was rather high.  Here I can add that my grey hair blended in nicely.

After I finished my presentation, people showed their real colours. 10% of the 'congregation' asked me about CANNABIS HONEY. (10% was 4 people)
Can it be made? Yes - excited smile
Does it have 'Healing' powers? Not sure - a look of disgust with my no knowledge
Do I have it? No - disappointing eyes
Where can I get it? ... - a look of craving and desperation

One older gent asked me if I would put beehives in a cannabis field to pollinate the flowers and produce cannabis honey?
He assured me it wasn't for himself but a friend of his.
When I told him I can put my hives anywhere he asked for my phone number.

Old people are the new problem. The youth is fine. Leave them alone.

Rather worry about those smooth elderly...

Posted on Tuesday, May 24, 2016 by Unknown

Wednesday, May 18, 2016

I have private medical aid. My children go to a government school which is not free.

I live a good life. I live a comfortable life.

I am mid 30ies so my life resolves around planning my future, starting new projects, sustaining old ones, raising the two most wonderful kids... I live a busy life.
The busyness of life makes me disconnect with the struggles of the people around me. As a white middle class pale African, I realize that my life is very good compared to the world average. My life is also great compared to the South African average.

Our government is pretty useless. Our president is corrupt and seems to only care about enriching himself and those who help him in this endeavour. He has embezzled money and has no regard for the constitution of our country. Many of our basic government institutions are failing.

I have noticed that I don't really engage in the fight for better governing as I have found ways to make my life comfortable by just throwing a few extra Bucks (read - Many Rands) on the table. I can live the life of a king in a country of poor.

I think this is the curse of being middle class. We have power to change our country. Politicians are more likely to listen to a group of business men and woman than to another riot in the locations. My compromise in paying extra for services I already pay for in rates and taxes gives our politicians another chance to get away with ignoring the problems we have.

We should not have to pay for medical aid, education, private security... If the government did their job all should be serviced with the taxes and rates we pay.

Zuma, it's time to go!

I will not stand by and see you run this country straight into hell.


But before I engage, let me first jump in my comfy car to take my overly cared miniature schnauzer for a walk on a beautiful beach to forget all the crap around me...

Posted on Wednesday, May 18, 2016 by Unknown